Chapter 44
Chapter forty-four
Christianna
I’m back in the cemetery. This time I don’t even think about the other paths. I head straight for my Angel.
A wilted red rose lies in the cracks of the stone. I brush my fingers over the petals.
“I’m doing it, Angel,” I murmur. “I’m living for both of us. I’m getting a dog.” A small, broken sound leaves me. “I wish you were here to help me pick one.”
The tears come then. The ones I’ve held back for far too long.
For the first time, I don’t feel like I failed her.
“I loved you every moment,” I whisper. “I’m sorry I stayed away. I’m back now. You’re safe. You’re loved.”
My knees give out. I fold forward and let the grief finally have its way with me.
“When you hear the violin,” I say softly, “that’s me. I’m playing for you.”
I stay there longer than I should.
Then a voice reaches me, familiar and achingly gentle.
“You never failed her, my child. You never failed anyone. The world failed you.”
I lift my head, searching the shadows.
She’s already gone.
I get up and dust off my skirt and make my way to the opera house. I need to play for my angel.